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Yeah! Now I'm BACK! It feels good to post something again! I haven't had this chapter proofed, but i will soon and have it replaced and this intro changed as well...or maby not...i got so much to do, but i will make an honest effort ;D

Anyway this is the first chapter of this series that has sexual content! YAY for smut!

Also, this story dose contain story progression so its not compleat smut :D

anyway, i will try to post a few more things in the next month...but im not making any promises...been so exhausted lately...

You all know the warning, gay content, exet, must be 18 and X-Men are property of Marvle

Enjoy and please comment ;D

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My foot paws ground on the rounded pebbles that paved the pathways through the forest, the Professor's wheels cutting through them as he made his way through the forest in front of me. Some parts of the forest were small circular clearings with the small rocks and fountains in the middle with some benches, some of the clearings had potted plants and chalkboards. It was a silent full moon night, some stars poked through the sheet of sky, but most of them were hidden by the lights of a far off city and the lights of the mansion behind us.

Despite the trees losing their leaves the stone pathway was clear and clean. The sound of a gentle breeze wafted through the trees bringing the smell of autumn flowers from the courtyard.

"Where are we going old man."

Charles held up a flashlight for me to point ahead of us, "If you would carry this for me I would be able to go much faster."

I closed the five foot gap between us and, not so gently, snatched the flashlight out of his hand and pointed it into the wood, "You know," I started, "I could just kill you right now."

"And you could have made your escape the whole time we were out here, but I know you won't now." I grunted. He was right I could have left and be long gone by now.

"Who was that girl?"

"Her actual name we don't know, she won't tell us and her powers prevent us from going into her head to find out. She can't control them, much like you, they automatically protect her mind from telepathy."

"I was hoping for a name professor."

"I thought you didn't care for any of us humans?" he said with a little chuckle, "We call her Hope, her power is telepathic, but she can't control what the other sees. She just shows what that person needs to see."

"So you brainwashed me?" I said, a small amount of anger finding its way into my voice.

"No, whenever she touches someone she can "talk" to them, and she just sort of knows what to say to make whoever she is touching be her friend. Strange isn't it, she wants to be a therapist when she grows up, isn't that strange for a four year old. You would think she would want to be a princess or something. She far exceeds her years." He talked about her as if he were a proud father, or grandpa.

"How did you know I wouldn't kill her."

"I didn't."

"Then why would you put her into that situation!" I blurted out with more anger than I what I felt.

Charles chair stopped and I almost ran into him, "Because," he said in a friendly tone and not turning around his chair, "I trusted you." And he continued to move on, "You are many things Hex, but a senseless killer is not one of them. If you want proof, you could have killed Scot or Ororo when you had the chance." He rounded a corner to reveal an archway of dark wood.

"I thought that you might want a dorm that felt more like home." I looked onto a large gazebo like platform with a black silk covered bed in the center and a mini fridge and a flat screen TV. There was a small creek dividing it with a small bridge going over it. A mirror stood at the far side along with a dresser.

"We didn't fill your dresser with anything considering you don't like clothing, but I would ask you to at least cover up your...manhood while you're in the school."

"Why?" I said with concern, "What's wrong with it." I looked at my sheath and furry sack.

"Nothing I assure you," he said with concern, "but as you know us humans can be...sensitive about our surroundings. And, you may not know this, but our clothing serves two purposes. One is to keep us warm."

"And?"

"The other is to cover up our genitalia."

"Your what?"

"Our reproductive organs."

"You can say cock professor," I said rolling my eyes, "It's just a word, it won't grow legs and fangs as soon as it leaves your mouth and try to eat you."

"Yes, well." He said in a completely calm manor, "We did get you a little something to...cover up with."

"Please tell me it's not pants."

"No, I don't think anything that small can be considered pants. They're in your dresser; if you ever do decide to come back to the institute, please try to suffer through putting one of them on." He then started to turn and headed back the way we came. I paid him little attention as I went to examine my "dorm" as the Professor called it.

The bed had a mosquito net to keep the bugs away and had black Egyptian cotton blankets and black silk pillows with black orchids stitched onto them. I pulled away the curtain and picked up a pillow. I had never had a bed that was my own before, except for the hospital bed, but that was made of itchy cheap cotton. I usually slept on matted down grass, dirt, or even stone cave floors, but never on an actual bed. It seemed like such a foreign concept. I sniffed the pillow, it had the faintest sent of...something, I couldn't quite pick the sent out. Someone I didn't know, but definitely human. I gave it a squeeze and Wow was it soft. I had never felt something so soft.

I set the pillow down and leaving the canopy of the net and went over to the dresser and opened the top left drawer, nothing, I opened the top right drawer and I got the smell of plastic. I found a small package filled with black fabric, but exactly what I had no idea. I picked up the plastic, sniffing it, but plastic doesn't retain sent, but I smelt the cardboard that pinched the plastic wrapping together and this time I got a definite smell I remembered. Kurt. He put this here.

The label said male underwear and some other commercialist crap about how it makes your junk look bigger or something. Why would humans actually care about the size of their cocks? Sure the bigger the animal the more likely the survival rate of the offspring, but the size of the cock? I will never understand these creatures. I ripped the plastic off and five pairs of black underwear were inside, they were thongs made of some cotton polyester fiber that glistened like steel. I grunted, grabbed one and put the other four in the drawer.

I then sat on the dresser and pulled up my feet to get them in position of getting them on. I stuck my feet in, cutting a little of the fabric with the claws on my foot paws and pulled them up over my fur. When I did get them up all the way and packed the rest of my sheath inside, they didn't feel like I was wearing anything at all. Except for the lack of a breeze between my legs and on my tail hole I wouldn't even have noticed that they were on.

The fabric did bulge up and out in the front, but it cradled my package like a glove. It didn't even ride so high that it didn't rub up against my tail.

"Well," I said, "now that that's over with." I pulled them off and stuck them back in my dresser and started to walk over to the creak going through the floor and turned into my feral form as I walked. I leaned in and took a long luxurious drink and then went in to wash my wounds and fur that had started to become dirty and rumpled from all my time just sitting around in that bed.

The water was cold but it did the job. I started to lick all over my feral form cleaning my legs and paws off, and especially around my stitches. After I was satisfied I pulled myself out of the water and shook my body. Water spraying about me and fluffing out my long fur as I did so.

As I shook I slowly shifted out of my feral form and back into my lupine form crouched on the floor on all fours. That's when I smelled it, another wolf, but with a hint of human.

I got up, my back to the intruder, "Hi Logan," I said turning my head to look at him out of the corner of my eye. He was leaning against a tree looking out into the forest with a hard look on his face, "Checking to see if the Professor is still in one piece and not in a bloody heap at my feet."

His head snapped to me and I saw rage in his eyes, "You listen hear wolfy," he seethed, "if you plan on staying here, I better not get any trouble from you, but if you decide to leave I would happily escort you out of here with my boot up your ass."

"Oh Logan," I said in a playful tone, "you wound me." And I put a hand to my abs were the stitches were and my voice turned into a low growl, "Literally. I don't think I could kill you Logan, and as long as you're hear I probably won't try anything, but make sure your little ice bitch is kept away from me."

"Why don't you just leave? No one wants you here wolfy, why stay if you're not wanted."

"Honestly I don't know why having people wanting you at a place or around them would want you to stay if you don't care about them," I said in an exasperated tone, "but there is one person in that mansion that showed me something that I never thought possible."

"And what is that?" Logan said in almost a growl, but I could still hear the curiosity in his voice.

I lowered my eyes to the floor and I heard my voice soften, "Human kindness. Hope showed me that...you all did actually care for my wellbeing, and...She gave me the sense of something I hadn't had in a long time. Logan, I do respect you for your...loyalty and primal instincts, but when I saw those images. I felt...home. Can you sympathize with that Logan? I'm not about to let that feeling slip through my paws."

Logan's eyes softened and the tension in his body eased, "I can sympathize with you wolfy, but don't think I trust you with the Professor."

"Bobby is the one you shouldn't trust me with, Logan. I couldn't care less about your precious Professor. Now that I have my initial target in my sights I won't let him go."

"If you lay one paw on Bobby I swear that the next time my claws sink into your flesh," he took a step closer and held up his fist, blades fully extended and shimmering in the moonlight, "you won't make it back."

"And if you threaten me with those claws one more time," I said in his head with one eyebrow raised, "I will turn your brain to mush in seconds." A dark smile played across my face.

"What's so funny wolfy?" Logan growled.

"It wouldn't be hard really I can show you now," I said in his head one more time before I sent a blast of white noise at him...but...He didn't crumple to the ground!

Fear plumed in my chest, "Can't you hear me in your head?"

It was Logan's turn to knit his eyebrows in confusion, "What are you talking about wolfy? You've been just standing there with that silly grin on your face."

"How?" I gasped, "What are you?!?" I said taking a step back, "No living thing can escape my mind blasts!"

"What are you talking about wolfy?" Logan took a step forward and I instantly took a fighting stance, growling and hissing, fangs bared.

"Stay back!" I shouted, "Stay away!" I listened hard for a heartbeat and I heard one, "How can a living thing have no brain to attack! What are you?!?"

"Wait? Were you trying to attack me with your telepathy?"

"Don't change the subject. How can you live without a mind."

"What are you talking about." Logan said in confusion, "Are you saying that you can't get inside my head?"

"Get away from me or I swear I will attack!"

"Now hold up wolfy? I don't want to start a fight."

Poof!

"Hex," Kurt said behind me, "how you moving in...What on earth is going on here!"

"Kurt," I said in concern, "get out of here. Whatever that thing is it's not Logan. It's some sort of machine."

"What!" Logan shouted, "Don't listen to him Kurt, he is trying to pit you against me." He turned to me, "You little bitch!" he brought up his other fist with its blades extended and charged at me.

"Logan! No!" I faintly heard Kurt shout behind me and then I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me and.

Poof!

One second I was standing ready to attack the monster or android coming at me, the next I was flying through a blue mist at a hundred miles an hour, then I was in the foyer of the mansion again doubled over in nausea.

Poof!

Poof!

"Here," I heard Kurt's voice and a bucket put in front of my muzzle and I reached what little substance I had in my stomach.

Poof!

Poof!

"Here," I felt Kurt hand me something small made out of silky cloth, "put this on." It was one of the thongs in my dresser. I waited till my stomach calmed down and I put the clothing on. I then went back to my bucket as my stomach started to retch again. I felt Kurt's hand rub my back in comfort, I would have normally swatted him away, but I barely noticed as my stomach churned.

I heard the wine of a wheel chair, "What's going on here?" the concerned voice of the Professor said through my fog of nausea. I looked up into Kurt's eyes, he was wearing a tank top and a pair of white and blue striped boxers.

"Hex and Logan got into a fight and I brought him here before it started."

"That's not..." I started to say, but I started to dry heave back into my bucket.

"Hex, calm down, just try to get some rest."

After I was done dry heaving I forced the words out, "That's not Logan!" and I went back to my bucket, the smell of the bile in it was enough to make me dry heave.

"What are you talking about Hex." And as if on cue the doors slammed open and Logan came into the foyer. I tried to growl but it came up as a burp and then I bent over my bucket.

"Charles," his voice didn't sound angry, it sounded filled with regret, "I'm sorry I just lost it."

"I know," the Professor said, "You went to go tell Hex your...expectations and he accused you of being an intruder." The Professor turned to me, "And you don't know why you can't get into his head."

"No living thing can resist my mind blasts." I said forcing my nausea to calm down long enough to form a sentence.

"But I can read his mind just fine Hex." The Professor said in a calm tone.

"Lies!" I groaned, the sound echoing off the inner walls of my bucket.

"Well, Hex, are there certain things your mind can't penetrate."

My mind started to clear and I was only left with a sinking emptiness in my stomach, "Only a select few, very dense metals." But not clear enough if I was going to be so stupid as to tell them that!

"Well," Charles began, "what you might not know about Logan is that his entire skeletal structure is plated with the same metal as his claws, including his skull. So that is probably why you can't get into his head."

Horror ripped through my gut, "You son of a bitch." I said, and I belched.

Logan rolled his eyes with a grunt, "Kurt, take him back to his bed," he said, "but carry him this time."

"Ok Logan." Kurt leaned down to talk to me in my ear, "Would you mind changing into your feral form so I can carry you."

I groaned, belching again and rolled onto my side, shifting as I did so. I felt the thong around my sheath shift to still conceal my wolfhood in my feral form.

"Thank you," Kurt said as he wrapped his arms around my chest and hefting me up with surprising strength for his stature and slung me over his shoulder.

"Make sure to tuck the pup in Kurt." Logan said walking away. I gave off a soft growl through my nausea as Kurt carried me to the front door. As soon as we got out side into the cool autumn air I felt my stomach calm and my eyelids get heavy.

"That was pretty stupid picking a fight with Logan like that."

"I thought he was an intruder," I said through my telepathy, "I have never had that happen to me before. It freaked me out."

"Well if that is how you react when you get scared, remind me to keep you away from the Trick-or-Treaters. Or the haunted house the students are putting on. Hay, they need a wolf man, why don't you pitch in."

"What's a haunted house?" I said in his head.

"You don't know what a haunted house is?!? Well, I guess you could say it is a staged section of rooms intend to scare the people that go through it. It's all in the nature of fun, I personally love them."

"You like being scared?"

"No, I like the possibility that there are other people like me out there. But this year I am actually going to be in the Haunted House. I'm playing the role of the devil. I don't know how yet, Rouge is helping Kitty plan the whole thing. She asked me so I said yes. Why don't you join, it would be a lot of fun."

"I don't play with humans."

"Hay," he said shaking my body a bit, "you owe me."

"For dragging me back to my little bed in the forest. Last time I checked I could walk."

"Barely," Kurt said laughing, "but that's not what I was talking about. I was talking about saving you from another brush with Logan. A fight you know you couldn't win."

"I could have beaten him. I just would have used my superior strength to rip his arms off. That way he couldn't slice me with his claws."

"His joints are plated with that unbreakable metal; you couldn't rip his arms off with an atomic bomb. Logan has to be the strongest guy here, not even someone as strong as you could beat him. Especially if you couldn't use your telepathy against him."

"I could use my telepathy against you right now to make you shut up."

Kurt chuckled, the action making me bounce on his shoulder, "And I could teleport you the rest of the way and you would be hunched over in nausea again, but I don't think either of us is going to do that."

"What makes you say that."

"Well," he said tapping one of his claws on his stubbly chin, "you didn't attack Hope when you could have, so I know you have a heart. You didn't kill the Professor when you had the chance. Are those good enough reasons for you?"

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'Absence of evidence isn't evidence of absence.'?"

"No," Kurt said in an interested tone, "what does it mean?"

"It means simply because there is no evidence supporting a fact doesn't mean it didn't happen, like finding a car at a bottom of the ocean. There would be no proof that the car had fallen out of the sky, but you can't rule it out because you don't have evidence that proves something else. Meaning simply that I haven't shed blood yet, doesn't mean I won't later."

"You over looked one little detail Hex."

"What could that be?" I sent to his head sarcastically.

"I trust you." And as he said that I felt my muscles relax as I listened to the crickets in the cool autumn air.

"I don't think I can say the same."

"You don't have to," he said rubbing my back, "just say you'll be in the haunted house with me."

I thought about it and my eye lids started to get heaver and heaver, "Ok," I said, "not any different than any other day on my mountain. Scaring a few weak humans, but only this time I won't have to eat them." I yawned and I felt myself fall closer to the dark hold of sleep, "Eating them can get so messy."

"Yes," Kurt said chuckling, "no eating please."

My breathing started to get softer and easier as my mind started to slip in and out of a daze. That's when I smelled something, something I haven't smelled for a long time, "You smell like arousal Kurt." I felt him tense up, "Got someone on your mind? That Kitty is a bitch, but if you're thinking of Rouge, she seems strong. Me, personally, don't like women." I yawned again and I felt my side by Kurt's face heat up from his blush.

"Why humans think finding a mate is so embarrassing." I shook my muzzle in disbarment, "I will never understand you humans. Kurt you have to be one of the best looking guys here, just man up and mount her."

"Hex!" he said in surprise, but his tone instantly softened, "Humans have different...mating rituals than animals. Tying the knot means something completely different in our society than in yours."

"There you humans go making things so much more complicated. You even doom yourselves by choosing only one mate. Now that is something I don't get, the selection of only one mate. Then you hate each other because one chose to go with the better suited person to survive. Natural selection is just one of those things that not even humans can civilize."

"So you like big guys I guess."

"I like survivors Kurt." I felt the words come out on my breath, then a thought came to my mind, "What do you mean by 'big guys'?"

I felt Kurt blush again, "Nothing, I just thought...well you did say you don't like women."

"Oh...well that is true, don't want kids any time soon." Now it was my turn to blush, I had never actually had sex. I have sniffed a few wolves in heat, but I just couldn't bring myself too actually do the girl. Women just always seemed so...fragile in the forest, especially human women. None of them strong enough to survive without a mate, and always the first to run. But, in all honesty, I have never actually thought about sex, it had always been a luxury I didn't have time to think about. I was usually more worried of where my next meal was coming from, and since I aged so slowly I never really felt like I needed to find a mate if I had so much time to outlive them all.

I shook my head, letting the cool air extinguish my flaming cheeks, "Kurt?" I said in his head.

"Yes-s." he stammered, but just slightly.

"How much farther," I said, "no offence, but your shoulder isn't the most comfortable place to fall asleep on."

"We are coming up on the gazebo now." I hadn't even noticed that the trees were around us, it was just such a familiar felling that I over looked it, "Um..." he said shyly, "do you need me to put you to bed?"

"I think I can put myself in my own bed. I can't believe I've only been awake for a couple of hours, why am I so tired?"

"Some of the sedatives were long lasting," Kurt said laying me down on the hard wood and I shakily got up on my paws and shifted into my Lupine form, "you should be fine in a few hours of rest." I dragged myself over to the mosquito net and pulled it away and plopped myself on the king sized bed, immersing myself in the black fabric. It wasn't fuzzy like the hospital beds sheets, they were soft and fluffy like rabbit fur.

"Good night Hex," Kurt said in a sing song voice as he turned away and started to walk away waving good bye, "don't let the bed bugs bight!"

"You should know by now Kurt, if anything tries to bite me I bite back harder." I said nuzzling the silky pillows.

"Yes," he said in a tone I couldn't figure out, "I know you would."

Poof!

And I was asleep.